Ok, where the hell am I now. The last things I remember are being in a park then Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie talking to me, yeah I still don't understand that last part. I mean I don't understand the first part either, how on earth did I get from my kitchen table in Massachusetts to… oh fuckkkkk I'm in like DC somehow, that makes this so much more confusing. My head was still pounding as I tried to open my eyes. It seemed that I was in a hospital room of sorts, there was an iv in my arm and the tv across the room was playing some wired soap opera looking show. Ok, I can deal with this. There has to be some sort of call button somewhere, I just need to talk to a nurse and figure out what's going on. If they know what's going on that is. After a couple minutes of searching around the side of my hospital bed I found a green button that said help on it, well that's the most promising thing I've seen so far. Just as my finger was about to press the button a nurse came in.

"Hi, my name is Lauren and I'm going to be your nurse for now, how are you feeling?" She said with about the whitest teeth I've ever seen.

"Ummm, I mean my head hurts a lot and my arms and legs still feel a bit like jello but other than that I think I'm pretty ok."

"That's great to hear, now If you don't mind I need you to fill out some forms" Lauren handed me a clipboard with some papers on it.

"Where am I?" I really needed to have some questions answered before she left.

"You are in the medical wing of S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters in Washington DC." Laruen said in a rehearsed manner, it sounded like she had been through this with other patients. Wait. The DC part I already knew but, what, oh no, no no no no no no no.

"I'm where.." my voice trailed off into a squeak, this had to be a dream. This doesn't exist. This can't exist, and even if like the multiverse theory or whatever is true it's impossible that I suddenly traveled through space and time and dimensions to get here randomly, that's just really not true. Everything seemed so really though, at least the pain felt very real. Ok, get yourself together, this has to be some sort of hospital marvel thing or whatever, I don't know.

"Excuse me miss, I assure you that you are in no danger, may I ask what your name is"

"Allison Brooke" I could tell that I probably looked like an idiot just gaping and staring at nothing, but none of this was processing properly in my brain.

"Allison, I'm going to back in a minute, here's a pen for when you feel ready to fill out those forms"

"Ok" I was running on solid autopilot. I guess I should fill out these forms, maybe they will tell me something. Most of the questions were pretty standard, name, date of birth, previous medical conditions or injuries, email, was I allergic to anything, etc you know what I mean. I couldn't fill out some of it because I didn't know things like my health insurance number or other weird questions that my mom usually helps me with. Oh yeah, my mom, and my family, my friends. What would they think, I mean if what I experienced actually happened then Erin literally saw me disappear in my kitchen not too long ago. Tears threatened to come out but I blinked and held them back, this was not the time. I had more pressing matters to deal with.

Sure enough Lauren came back in a little while after I had finished filling out the forms. In the meantime I had been playing a coloring book game on my phone that I was thankful to find had been in my back pocket. For some reason I didn't have any cell service but I dismissed the thought because that was just another thing I didn't have the energy to think about. When Laruren came back in Chris Evans and Anthony Mackies followed her. Ok what the actual hell is going on. Random celeb sightings, fine. Yes they're rare but they happen. Those celebrities coming to your hospital room after helping you on the street, not a thing that happened, they have busy lives. And why did they look like they we're still in costume, and I thought Chris had a beard now because of endgame and all that.

"How are you feeling, you fell pretty hard back there." Chris said to me

"I have a headache but I don't feel too bad I guess, I mean I'm just kinda in shock about two actualy celebrities visiting me in a hospital. Also are you guys doing some sort of press thing here because aPpaRenTLy I'm in a S.H.I.E.L.D hospital or something." They both looked at me then each other, then back at me. I don't know what part of what I said was so confusing, but Anthony said,

"I know this guy over here is a celebrity but I'm just a normal guy, and you are in S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters in DC. What do you mean press thing, we live here."

Ok, now it was back to me to be confused again. "Oh no, I might have just made such a fool of myself. You guys are Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie,... right?" I crossed my fingers hoping that I didn't mistake them for the wrong people, I am so bad a celebrities.

Maybe Chris Evans shook his head, "No, sorry I'm Steve Rogers, or as most people know me, Captain America, and this is Sam Wilson"

Ok, so this is some really elaborate press thing or something. I have no idea why though, endgame came out months ago and what kind of press thing includes confusing the hell out of hospital patients. "Look, normally I would totally play along with all of this because marvel movies are great but I'm really confused right now and my head hurts and I don't know how I got here, so if you guys could please drop character for a moment, I swear I won't tell anyone." With every word I said they both looked more and more confused. Ok that also doesn't make sense, I understand not wanting to break character but like why would this confuse them.

"I promise you, we're not actors, I'm sorry that all of this is so confusing but there is no stage or set up here, surely you've heard of Captain America" Anthony/Sam/I don't even know, said to me.

"Yeah I've heard of Captain America but like he's a character, you know, everyone's heard of him, the avengers movies are huge, but, please help me out here, I don't know if you're filming this for a promo thing or whatever but I know who your characters are and I am a Marvel fan don't get me wrong, but I just need to know how I got here and where I actually am. Please don't say S.H.I.E.L.D, look I appreciate the staying in character and whole you woke up in S.H.I.E.L.D part but can you get the nurse in hear again, I'm sorry but I'm just too confused for avengers promo right now." I knew most of that made not a lot of sense and yes I'm rambling but I have so many questions and nobody is giving me clear answers. I just want to know how I got here, what happened to me, and how I can get home.

"Look, I know you're in shock right now but we aren't in any character, I don't know who those actors are but this isn't any sort of press or movie thing. We saw you appear in the park about an hour ago and brought you here. That's the truth." Anothny, not Anthony said to me.

Ok, now I'm starting to get annoyed. They want to stay in character and not tell me where I actually am, or why they're here. Fine. "Ok, we are in S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, and you are Captain America. Prove it" I said to them in the most commanding tone I could muster while being in a hospital bed.

"Hey hey hey, we can show you the building but I need to make sure that you're cleared to leave first" Maybe Anthony said to me.

As if on cue Lauren entered back into the room followed by a guy in a suit.

"Excuse me, but we were wondering if Allison is cleared to be discharged yet" Maybe Anthony spoke to the nurse while the guy behind her just stood there. He was starting to freak me out a little.

"Yes, she's cleared but not for complete discharge yet, Director Fury would like to have a word with her for a minute." Lauren addressed maybe Chris and Anthony without looking at me.

"Why does, nevermind.." Maybe Chris started to say.

HOLY SHIT ON A STICK. Why is everyone acting like this is real. This can't be real, this can't be real, this isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real. A tiny voice in the back of my head had the audacity to whisper, but what if it is real. Ok, fuck that tiny voice. I swear to god if i'm in some fucking fanfiction where a person gets transported into the world of the book or movies or whatever I will actually kill myself.

"Hey are you ok, you've got to go now, Fury isn't a patient person" Maybe Chris/Steve said as he held out a hand and motioned towards the door.

Ok, let's think this through. I climbed out of the bed, thankful that I was still wearing my normal clothes, for now let's hesitantly go on the assumption that this is like some fanfiction and I'm in the MCU right now. I need a whole load of time to unpack that later, for now I need to figure out if this whole thing is actually real or not.

Me, maybe Chris/Steve and maybe Anthony/Sam followed the guy in a suit down some hallways until we came to, oh no. I knew from some of Erins rants that the building they used for most of Captain America the Winter Soldier S.H.I.E.L.D scenes with that big open glass area were actually filmed in the Cleveland Museum of Art, but here it was, we were on the second floor looking out over the atrium courtyard type area that was definitely supposed to be the Cleveland Museum of Art. Ok, keep calm, you can handle this, just focus on what's at hand. Ignore weird time place shit later. The man led us over to an elevator and as we got on I think I had a mini panic attack. Through the glass I could see out onto the pond and downtown DC, everything looked exactly the same as that scene in Winter Soldier when Cap beats Rumlow and everyone else in the elevator up before jumping out.

I don't want to believe that this is real. I want this to be so dream that I can wake up from and then finish my marvel binge with Erin. The elevator came to a stop and forced me out of my temporary panic and wonder to come face to face with Nick Fury's office. Jesus take the wheel.

"Miss Brooke, can you please come forward" Fury spoke to me from behind his desk and I realized that everyone else had gotten out of the elevator except for me. I slowly walked forward looking all around, everywhere except for Fury's face, I was not about to look him in the eyes.

"Agent, Rogers, Wilson, can you please leave us for the moment." Oh no. That couldn't be good. I looked back at, I guess Steve and Sam now as they and the guy in the suit left into the elevator.

"Please take a seat"

I sat down in one of the chairs in front of Fury's desk and looked down at my hands, as I seemed to be coming to terms with the fact that I am indeed in not my own world but the world of the MCU that meant that things here were dangerous and the man in front of me was not someone to be messed with.

"What is your name"

"Allison Brooke" Why did he ask that, he literally just addressed me by my last name.

"Can you explain to me why there are no records of you anywhere on earth. According to our searches, you don't exist."

Ummm fuck. Ok, what do I say, I mean if what I think has happened is true then that makes sense doesn't it, this is an alternate universe so there would be no account of me or at least me as I am in my universe. Now what do I tell Fury. What do I tell anyone in this universe for that matter. You know what, fuck it, I've compalined to Erin so many times about how dumb characters are when they keep all there secrets or don't give all the information and misscomunication drives the entire plot. I'm telling the truth so they won't be able to get anything else out of me. "Umm , Sir, I have an explanation for this but I don't think you'll believe me"

"Try me"

"Ok, so basically as I'm sure you have been informed I just appeared in the grass about an hour ago on the Mall, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson found me, I passed out and ended up here. At first I didn't believe where I was because where I'm from this place doesn't exist. Now I have absolutely no clue as to how I got here but my best theory so far is that somehow I got transported across dimensions. This universe is an alternate universe to the one where I come from. In my universe the avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D, all of it only exists in comics and movies. I called Steve Rogers Chris Evans where I first saw him because that's the name of the actor that plays him in the Marvel movies. Marvel is a company that owns the rights to all of these characters. Including you."

"You mean to tell me that you came here randomly from another universe where we don't exist. How do I know you're not lying." Fury leaned over in his chair so his elbows rested on the desk, I tried to not look into his eye even though that made me look guilty.

"Well, I mean in my universe you are all characters in movies, I've seen most of them multiple times. I know things that the average person in this universe wouldn't know. For example, I know how you lost your eye."

This caught his attention, I just hoped that how he lost his eye was as much of a secret as I thought it was.

"How did I lose my eye"

"Well, technically you didn't lose it, it's just blind. A cat, or it's not technically a cat but you thought it was, by the name of Goose scratched and blinded your eye."

"Well, Miss Brooke, that certainly helps your argument. However it does not answer the question of what we should do with you. You're how old now."

"Sixteen"

"Exactly, you're a minor which makes things complicated and I don't know how much you know which makes things even more complicated" Fury stood and walked to the window. "What do you propose we do with you?"

Honestly I have no clue what I wanted to do or even what would be the best idea. I wanted to talk with and meet as many avengers and other characters as I could and figure out where in the story I was. From this building and S.H.I.E.L.D still being here with Fury I could conclude that it was pre Winter Soldier but Post Avengers because of Cap. If I could figure out where exactly I was in the timeline then maybe I could help. Regardless I don't know what to say to Fury. "I don't know, Sir" I spoke quietly, hoping that he wouldn't see me as a threat and I could leave because this whole place freaked me out a little. If I could get out of here and not get thrown in a lab then maybe I could talk to Steve and Sam. That seemed like a good plan. Just as Fury turned around to face me I spoke. "Director Fury Sir, I was wondering if I could talk to Steve and Sam, there are some things they should know," I stood up in an effort to make my request seem more commanding.

"Yeah, sure. I'll contact you later when I've found what to do with you"

I almost ran out of the room.